To Spain and back

 I had hoped to blog while I was in Spain for a week but it was not to be.  I had a good time and thanks to my friend's fitbit I now know I am not the wimp I thought I might be.  She told me that nearly everyday we not only managed 10,000 steps but one day got up to 17,000 steps.

I had wondered if the assistance we had book at the airports was really necessary.  I have been converted.  Not so much by being whizzed about in a buggy but the fact that we jumped all the queues and didn't have to stand for long periods.  However what with getting up at 6.30 am and not getting home till 6.30 pm, even with assistance, I was shattered.  

I am now, hopefully, back to normal and looking to move home in the next 16 days or so.  Still waiting for a date so can't book my removal company or let everybody know my new address.  House now looks like a cross between a warehouse and a teenager's bedroom with stuff all over the place.  But I find I can ignore it when I think I will have a garage so a lot can go in there till I sort myself out in my new flat.

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